Madonna of the Violets
madonna of the violets | is looking down at you | she holds the child, its smile pristine | but you fail to recognize the holy scene || your oriental wisdom | led you accidental ways | for centuries you carried souvenirs | late by more than two thousand years || you came to where the bones | of the other three are buried | bring french perfume and sacred food | and the travelogue of a king || you're the lost one of the magi | the fourth crown for this town | you traveled far, forgot a lot | even who it was you started out for | when i'm asleep you sprinkle spices on the sheet and cover | to chase away the memory | of every former lover || madonna of the violets | is watching from the wall | her weary smile is telling you | i'm not the one you were supposed | to travel to | "such a cold coming we had of itů" ||
THE BEST PHOTO i ever took was a snapshot: i was in a museum with someone whose name literally translated means "wisdom", and when he wasn't looking i photographed him disregarding the painting "Madonna mit dem Veilchen" by Stefan Lochner from ca. 1440. he is standing in front of the gold-framed, life-sized painting of mary who is holding the child in her arms. resting on one leg he's caught in a moment of almost weightless balance, slightly at odds with the horizon created by the meeting of wall and floor. even though his face is turned away from the camera it is apparent that, instead of looking at the picture, his glance is lost in the distance. his grey trousers and sweater match the color of the wall and the folds in his clothes fall as elegantly as those of mary's garments in the painting. in that moment i took the photo i was asking myself how it must feel for him to be in a building full of art whose iconography was entirely grounded in christian mythology and biblical images - something he didn't know a thing about because he came from a totally different cultural background. and suddenly i had this image in my head of a fourth magi, the one who lost his way, the one who never found the manger and wandered around aimlessly with his presents for two thousand years, majestic but homesick, forgetting - while the centuries passed - what he was looking for and accidentally ending up here in cologne, the place where the relics of the other three are buried in the cathedral.
Naruhiko Shigeta and Ayano Miyajima recording the horn section.